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[Charthur] AU where Charles comes back for Arthur. (1/2)

A series of (fake) screenshots from (fake) cutscenes

- On the side of a hill, West of Beaver Hollow -

- A few weeks later, Saint Denis -

- A few days later, New Austin, West of Tumbleweed -

- Tumbleweed -

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(2/2)

- Months later, Silent Stead -

- Two years later, New Austin -

spent a frankly unhealthy amount of time on this but finally got it done (⁠ ⁠՞⁠ਊ⁠ ⁠՞ ) merry chismin fellas!

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Red Dead Redemption (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Arthur Morgan/Charles Smith Characters: Arthur Morgan, Charles Smith (Red Dead Redemption) Additional Tags: MerMay, merman!charles, Whump, im sorry i am just a filthy filthy charles whump enjoyer, (slaps this fic on the hood) this bad boi can fit so many painful painful wounds and healing processes in there, Fantasy AU, Human Arthur, it's love at first fishy boyfriend sight really, first meeting, Pre-Relationship Series: Part 1 of when the tides fall Summary:

So when he spots a trail of… something, leading from—or to?—the cave's entrance, along the short stretch of the beach and into the sea, Arthur's on high alert immediately. It looks like… blood. Of some creature, or monster, luminous even in the glaring afternoon sun, and a shimmering blue. Arthur digs around in his head, trying to remember what he knows about non-humans, and comes up empty. Most species have red blood, and a few have gold, but blue?

He squints, pulling out a pair of binoculars. The trail looks… diluted, dissipated. Like the tides have washed over it countless times. Yet still the trail persists, which must mean that whatever is oozing that stuff is still in the cave, bleeding out. Arthur briefly wonders how it ended up in there; perhaps the tide brought it in, and the creature was left stranded here after the tides fell.

Arthur takes a deep heaving sigh. Let he never be known to be a smart, sensible man.

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some more modern charthur + smooch!!

I SWEAR I’ll do a full render of these two eventually lol

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Human arthur and merman charles...

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*putting my hat out like a little orphan beggar* please, miss kaph....some fixpoint,,,,if you'd be so kind <3

The sun is setting by the time he reaches camp, two days later. Along the way he doodles some new herbs, offers a poor woman a ride back to her town after heaving a dead horse off her leg, and accidentally tramples a fat turkey under his horse’s hooves, which he picks up and ties to her saddle. The horse is a wild mustang he found and tamed impromptu off the side of the road, because for some reason Boadicea wasn’t waiting for him outside the lab - but Arthur’s not too worried. She’s been nicked before, but has always found her way back to camp. A smart devil, she is.

All in all he has a pretty good time, and by the time the lush greenery surrounding Shady Belle comes into view, with not a hint of pain on his body to remind him, Arthur has all but forgotten about the whole little life-and-death situation he experienced back at the lab.

That is, until he spots the all too familiar figure standing vigilant guard in the shadows of the trees, and all of a sudden all the guilt and despair he’d felt in that split second of electric shock comes flooding back to him.

Charles watches him as Arthur kicks his horse into a trot. Arthur can’t quite make out his expression, the sun now just dipping beneath the horizon, but he thinks Charles hesitates, something uncertain flitting across his face.

“Arthur,” Charles greets, when Arthur is within speaking distance. “Finally cut your hair, hm?”

Arthur blinks, pausing mid dismount. “Huh?” he says smartly, shaking his boot loose of the stirrup. Then remembers he had his hair trimmed a week or two ago, when Charles had been more or less busy out of camp-and Arthur has very fond memories about the night he came back-from barely touching the collar of his shirt to cropped at his nape again. He’s surprised Charles even notices the minute change. He reaches up to rake a hand carelessly through it, tousling it even more than the wind already has, and Charles watches the motion. “Yeah. Was getting kinda long.”

Patting his horse on the rump to usher her towards the herd, he closes the few steps between himself and Charles, and presses a quick kiss to his lips, a hand coming up to cup his cheek.

“Missed you,” he says softly. “Almost didn’t make it back here alive to tell you that.”

Many things happen at once.

In the time it takes for him to complete his sentence, he realises that Charles hasn’t kissed back. Hasn't moved a muscle. In fact, he’s frozen under Arthur’s palm, entire body going still where he stands, and when Arthur looks up from his lips he’s met with brown eyes burning with bright hot fury. He’s only seen that kind of anger once, back when they confronted the bison poachers, and not once has he ever thought he’d be on the receiving end of that wrath.

Then Charles’s hand is fisted in Arthur’s shirt collar.

“You will not,” Charles breaths, “try that with me ever again.”

Arthur’s mind goes blank. There’s confusion, mixed with hurt, with alarm, then Charles’s other hand is pulling back, and before Arthur can process what his sweet, gentle lover is about to do, the fist connects square with his jaw.

Darkness.

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wip game

RULES: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous, and tag as many people as you have WIPs. People send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then you post a snippet or tell them something about it.

Tagged by @tciddaemina 🥰🥰

Voices (chapter 4)

Cowardice and other virtues

Staccato

Archenemy

Midnight train

Fixpoint

untitled mermaid fic

Only temporary

By a thread sequel

So dig two graves

... And a bunch others

yeag guys apart from voices all the other ones are in... various states of being drafted. also all of them are charthur except so dig two graves 😭

i have too many wips so i am resolutely Not tagging the equal number to my fics 💀 @rockscanfly @gathersnomoths @pipdepop @un-beleeevable

but also anyone feel free to join in as if i tagged u!

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Scene from The Cowboy's Interchonometric Guide to Pining, chapter 6

The collab fic with @rockscanfly is officially complete!!

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some modern Charles + Arthur sketches <3

inspired by @irotbeautifully ‘s modern au:)

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Human arthur and merman charles...

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birthday gift for @rockscanfly !!

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What happened with Charles Smith TBH creature? :3

you mean her?

shes fine :3

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You might wanna check again, buddy. Because guess who just broke into your house and stole this specimen?

This marks the start of my unlicensed exotic pocket pet breeding operation. Don't ask where the babies are going. You don't wanna know.

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THEY FUCKING IMPREGNATE MY FUCKING CHORSE

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R18注意！瑟×查

是kaph老师的人鱼pa点图

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what about canadian shack and they’ve just Indulged in some genderplay and they take of charles’ corset and arthur is fascinated by the indents it’s drawn on the skin

(from the never-ending universe, sometime after Further Sartorial Adventures)

Arthur collapsed forward with a groan, grinning at Charles’ strained, breathless yelp as over two hundred and twenty pounds of orgasm-limp cowboy squashed him flat against their mattress. “Think I just threw my back out.” 

“Dammit, Arthur,” Charles huffed, slapping weakly at his husband’s shoulders. He didn’t have the strength to do more—between the corset cinching his waist down to a womanly curve and the thorough fucking he’d just received, he was fully wiped. “You ain’t a skinny little consumption patient anymore, old man.” 

His exhaustion didn’t stop Charles from pinching his husband’s side when the cowboy ignored him, busying himself with nuzzling into the soft spill of Charles’ generous bosom—which was as full as a lady’s at the moment, pressed tight and high on his chest by his corset.

“Just gimme a minute to say hello to the girls here,” Arthur sighed, hiding his goofy, post-coitus grin in the bountiful mounds before him.

Charles snorted, laying his head back on the mattress with a contented sigh. “Ridiculous.” He tolerated the lack of air for a few long minutes, content to pet listlessly at Arthur’s hair as his husband sucked and licked at his breasts. 

Arthur snuffled like an animal, burying nose deep in the plunge as he kissed and bit soft flesh and softer skin to his heart’s desire. His hands busied themselves stroking Charles’ thighs, where thick muscles were overlaid with silk stockings and framed by a froth of lace and batiste petticoats, all in a lovely cream that contrasted gorgeously with Charles’ brown skin. It was a lazy Sunday, with no traps to check or pelts to process until the following morning, and they’d decided to take full advantage of the time and of Trelaney’s gift. 

Finally, Arthur parted ways with Charles’ breasts with a final, regretful kiss.

“Alright, princess,” the older man yawned, lazily rolling to the side with a lethargic pat to Charles’ ass. “Lets you get out of that contraption of yours—pretty as it is, I reckon it can’t be too comfortable for a cuddle.”

Charles huffed, rolling himself the opposite direction with a strained heave. He crossed his arms under himself neatly, pillowing his head against his biceps. “Hop to it, then,” he teased, giving his hips a lazy wiggle.

“Demanding today, ain’t’ ya?” Arthur joked, getting to his feet with a groan. He set about undoing Charles’s’ laces, fuck-lazy fingers fumbling slowly at the knot securing the trailing loops in a bow at the corset’s waist.  

“Your own fault,” Charles hummed, smiling contently. Passionate and wonderful as their lovemaking was, there was a tenderness to how Arthur undressed him after their ‘girl-play’ that always sent a delightful flutter through his belly. “You’re the one that fucked me too good.”

“Too good, he says.” Arthur tugged carefully at the center of each ‘x’ that secured the two panels of Charles’ corset together, loosening the stays until the cotton and steel confection that pushed his man’s body into such lovely curves seemed to sigh in relief. Beneath the bodice Charles’ chemise was pasted to his skin, the diaphanous batiste transparent with sweat borne of their exertions.

Arthur ran his hands down Charles’ waist, squeezing his ass lovingly before slipping his fingers under the short skirt of the chemise to grasp his hips. “Back over with you, my lady.” 

“Now who’s demanding?” Charles sighed, pulling his knees up onto the bed so he could arch his back, stretching his sore muscles. The exercise had the added benefit of pushing his ass back into Arthur’s hands, which was rewarded with a firm, appreciative smack. 

“Think you strained some ribs,” Charles grumbled, lumbering back onto his back. He flopped gracelessly to the bedspread, blowing an errant lock of curling black hair from his face with a grin. “Good work.” 

Arthur grinned back at him, besotted. He bent at the waist, leaning forward to take Charles’ mouth in another kiss as his hands busied themselves with the front clasps of the corset. “Have to thank my dance partner,” the older man mumbled, seizing Charles’ lower lip between his teeth. “Downright insatiable, my missus. Now matter how hard I pounded her sweet pussy she just kept yellin’ for more, more—“ 

“Enough outta you,” Charles mumbled, pushing Arthur away with a hand to the man’s mouth. He flushed, more pleased than embarrassed. How could he be ashamed, when all he got for his begging was bent happily in half and a snappy ‘yes ma’am’ to go with it? “Help me out of this thing, husband.” 

Between the two of them Charles was eventually able to shimmy free of the corset, the loose chemise and stockings and garters with their silk ribbons follow soon after. By the time they were done Charles was left in nothing but his mother’s necklace and what nature gave him. Hating to leave his lover left bare for long, Arthur was right back on him, pushing Charles fully up onto the bed before clambering after him. The two men curled together, chest to chest, legs a messy tangle as they held one another in the marital bliss of afterglow. 

“I didn’t cinch you too tight, did I?” Arthur asked after a while, tracing the indents left behind on Charles’ shoulder and waist from where the corset’s seams had cut into him. 

“Nah.” Charles pushed his face into the hollow of Arthur’s neck, seizing the freckled skin there in a gentle bite. “It was perfect, Arthur. Always is, with you.” 

Arthur nodded absently, tracing the indented lines with wonder. Gently, he urged Chalres back under him, setting over his man so he could see where the thick boning that pressed and lifted his chest into a womanly bust had left a stark imprint against the underside of his pecs. Arthur laid kisses over the bruises, worshipping the small hurts with his mouth and lips. “Looks like they hurt.”

“They do,” Charles replied, gently honest. “I like it, though—makes it feel more real, this time we spend like this. Like it’s evidence, maybe. Instead of it all bein’ some dream.” 

“Oh, it’s real, alright.” Arthur gave the bruises a parting, appreciative smooch. That done, he gathered his husband back into his arms, rolling them back onto their sides for a proper cuddle. “My back told me so.” 

“I’ll see to your back,” Charles promised, squeezing Arthur tight as he pressed their noses together, nuzzling softly. “Don’t you worry, cowboy. You took care of me—I’ll take care of you.” 

“I know, princess.” Arthur chuckled, hugging back. He kissed Charles’ cheek, right where the lighting shape of his scar trailed down the soft curve of his jaw. “Ain’t got much to count on this life, but I know to count on that.” 

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Charles's hoodie is the best outfit in the entire game and I refuse to accept any other opinion. He's literally giving jimiko earth tone cozy homebody anime girl... Do y'all not see it?? Am I crazy or am I crazy?????